C-murder - Money Talks Lyrics
(silkk tha shocker)Money talk and uhh cash rulesI bout to get dollars so us act a fool, nowWhat huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo(silkk tha shocker)Verse: 1I use to flip birds, now I just flip wordsWhen cops come to get me,Its because some shit that they heardLike Im out to get doughLike Im out to get moHacking like 6 to the 4Like 6 double 0, likeFour, or either two doorsMoney no like c to the e oOh I forgot like ju dont knowLike Im out to get creamLike fiend I just dont ***** aroundJust bust aroundTill niggas get the ***** out of townI wanted the house, so I got the houseI wanted the car, so I got me the carDont start, cause no heart is what got me this farI the type of nigga that dont give a *****Just walked up and laughed at the copType of nigga to go up in trafficAnd start blastin the glockRaps still down, c huh, pass me the rocksI dont be playing it seriousIm actually looked after he shotIts no love, for yall 16 bulletsFour slugs peace, aint no bigger thugs than me and cSo you got the mightious touch,For all the records you soldLike nope, mad ***** em got touch nigga, just went goldIm like a drug dealer,I hold nothing less than a quarterThis is my last. last year I was just testing the waterFive to the 0 4 nigga, yo thats my hoodAny fool gotta make this muchI just that goodMoney talk and uhh cash rulesI bout to get dollars so us act a fool, nowGet money, make money, get money,Get money, make money, get money, make money(c-murder)Verse: 2Money, money make the world spin like topsAnd two glocks for the mother*****ers we suing my rocksIts like the movies,Niggas using uzis wishing for peaceBut instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull itYou reconsidered, cause Im bitter,Dumping weapons like litterAfter I blast you mother*****ers,And the niggas that with ya (fool)A come up is a come upHaters please dont run upOr get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)Cash rules, its like possessing my mindI do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mindA ***** gotta floss, and I gotta be the bossFake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks(fiend)Verse: 3Well Im that whompter, fiendy, want fetachiniCabbage to the collard greenyShocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as geniesWanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamySeventeen, survivor meet the 3rd ward bossalinieNo such terms as let me when we all got plentyWalking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a pennyMoney talks, my whomps, whompsThe atm, dont play with him,His money make the dikes wanna lay with himLyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wagesFinally, on decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiterC uhh, murder and silkk, they pay us for our troubleHe maded that platinum go doubleThats why money talks? ? ?ChorusAiyyo, money talks like most *****esSometimes I dont no what to do with these richesThis paper, is just like my missesAll day, fulfilling my wishesDid ya heard meWe look for money, money never look for usC-murder, bossalinie of the rap industryFiend, mr. whomp whomp, excited prices, deep yacht jonesSilkk tha shocker, vito, da 504 boyzTake thoseNo limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ? ? ?Ya heard me
